OH, DEAR. Said Death. IT APPEARS WE BOTH HAVE BUISENESS BELOW.
The Death of Rats nodded.
Both the figures sunk below the ship. Beneath, they found the corpse of a man. He must have recently drowned. Or it could have been the shard on wood protruding from his chest.
Some how, part of the ship had splintered away, and impaled the man.
"Man, the really hurt. So, you're Death?" Said the man's spirit.
INDEED.
"I remember there was a rat that was in my pocket. Is that why he's here?"
YES.
Death started to swing his scythe, when the man's spirit said "Damn floating blue things.
Death stopped in mid swing.
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
"Blue things. They got this guy to kill me. Well, throw me in the water. Then the boat ran me over."
OH, BUGGER.
Death reaped the man's soul, as did the Death of Rat's to the Rat's soul. They ascended to the ship above.
They decided not to speak about the Auditors yet. The mortals might not understand.
That didn't stop the Death of Rats.
SQUEAK SQUEAK EEK EEK SQUEAK! SQUEAK ICK ICK SQUEAK! SQUEAK! Squeaked the Death of Rats.